Guy Publıc Masterbation Bus

Berlin, Berlin

life in space;. Life in society. Cell division takes place. Family reasons, dismiss the shoot. Families split up and distributed; on the area, the land, the continents continue to grow and divide again and so on. Meanwhile, old cells die off. The areas where this takes place are not roads, not cars, not churches, not public places, but the accumulated area of family and individual bays, houses, apartments and cabins. Together they form a sort of tunnel, slip through the families and family lines and similar communities, while the Tunell every now and then separates into several directions. So you suddenly living alone with cats on Corsica. Who would have thought? And when you fall out well? In which pens you die?

anonymous as the events occur at the backbone of society! One does not expect a friendship with the neighbors. Man expected to know anything about the life of the people behind the windows opposite. And who knows what a few streets further happens? The familiar surroundings of his deceptive. It's just habit, repetition is meaningless pictures while and go out. The only thing I know for sure by the Company, as it is with me in the shelter, as it looks at my home, how to get there, as there feels like, and how it happened. Significant insights into the most important part of life the other are minimal. Who are all these people who are not I? What I see from them that makes me really?

And then takes his stuff and you slip a city, a content class, a porcelain dinner service and a marriage up, down, or wherever. Fill empty places or we demolish.

outside of it, the big wide world. Outside of which the gross domestic product. Outside of this, the judge's decision. Outside of this, the factories and slaughterhouses. Outside of this, the newspapers and what they write, these messengers of a thin atmosphere. And we are idiots they order us to go home to be a part of it around. We browse through this book while the heart is like a mighty spur of the chair, through the soil, the foundation reaches deep into the city and at the innermost their own soil clinging. We have so much to say. We are landlords, our beaches are global mountain ranges, together they account for almost all it is - but without that the items would ever gain a familiarity with this type of coexistence.

Kamenstein Replacment Jar

17.3.2010, 13.5.2010

Every day, every day, an entry that I write myself a reminder on the wall. Why at all? Because it was a silly year maybe? Because I had long enough away misled about deeper needs? Because people have wasted time? Because then catch up? Attribute, the gap the longer the unwritten is? Conscience sake? The disappointment for the sake of the future? Against despair? The funeral?

No! Out of fear, not to play the role one has to play. For fear of not being the one who writes. Profession: writer. Everyone has to assert itself, all of us and also the font. She has been to be by those who can decorate with it. Man looking for each other. The man is a bit more than writing. It is a kind of dress, and as such it more inwardly and outwardly. If you then feel naked, you have rumgetrödelt too long. Since helping to write or only drink. Character set, happy be, to be a writer. You just have to do really well to be.

Pretty Bedroom Slippers

Berlin, Berlin

today run with new brakes on the bike. And the faster. When Ben steps several times flying behind me. Sun pile up while driving the little bad conscience - here hit a traffic light, as only just wide at the meat of the flaneur, then fried almost over the fence and high voltage, like in the tracks flown - so that I think in the end; I would have gone better. It is not from the effort, it's cold sweat. Anxiety to themselves or others to tear into death. Why not! Homo sapiens excels in what he is not born. This is our way. Drink because born sober; lawn because born slow ones, because of the randomness accounts, letters, because animal. Those who rediscover Original, as the slowness, or abstain from all sorts of silly things like children, if there is no question of the superman are to question a lot.

Gay Cruising In Toilet

05/12/2010, 05/05/2010

birth of timelessness is then covered over. In time, everything dies with time. Everything is laid, is struck down, tends to surface smoothness, transparency. Sand on the beach - the waves grind it to its source. Everything is Universe is no longer there to polish.

other day I'm your partner. Especially in the morning. One of my sleep on, remain in me are when I get up, falls in my legs when I go into it, then they are very hard, for hours. Sack of potatoes at the foot, hands, abdomen, the jaw and on the eyelids. Potato sack, or a tight rope to the center of the earth. With the busyness of the day stretches and loosens it from all the pulling and jumping and cycling. At night, lying asleep in the umbilical cord is rescheduled, pulled tight and hung all over again at a poker at the center of the earth. Otherwise it would go like this with us -